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Kitanna

(*NO RAPE*) Kitanna stood still, not worried about the new person; she was worried about herself. The royal guard was shirtless and standing so close to her, with his body pinning hers. She was still trying to get her thoughts straight when she found herself being dragged onto the bed, with the guard on top of her. She raised her hands to push him, but he was faster. He caught both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head, using his other free hand to cover her mouth. Kitanna felt blood rush to her cheeks, and the next words she heard sent her world spinning in 3D. "Now, moan, princess..." Those words brushed against her ear, causing the hairs on her neck to stand. ......... Set in historical times, in the ancient kingdom of Morado. A young princess, Kitanna, enjoys life to the fullest, living every day like the princess she is. But after an incident, she is left to only trust herself and her instincts in the palace, which was filled with betrayals and corruption. A guard, who was trained to protect the crown, lived his life peacefully, killing when he was ordered to but never speaking to people around him until he crossed paths with the sassy and clumsy princess. Then everything changed. If you enjoy dark humors, royal romance and betrayals. Then this book is for you.

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ESCAPE OF THE BRIGHT FLOWER

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: FEAR~ SONG MINO FEAT TAEYANG]

When Axilla finally opened her eyes, it was very late at night. All she could remember was stepping out of the prison, and the sunlight caused her to shut her eyes. But where she was laying right now looked nothing like the prison.

Did she pass out before her execution? Maybe out of fear, she had fainted, and her execution was postponed. Or did the king pardon her after they found the real culprit? Axilla let out a small yawn. She looked around her surroundings; she was in a small tent, with a fire crackling outside in the dark night.

Axilla looked outside without standing up; she noticed that there were horses and lots of goods everywhere. She tried to think of what might have happened; she peeked again and noticed the dressing of the men outside was not the usual pattern of men in Morado. These people dressed more like travellers, and she did not know any traveller or merchant.